July 18, 2008
I’ve never been to New York City, but I hear that the pace of life there is insane. People walk so quickly that if you don’t keep up you better get out of the way. I always dreamed of living in a paradise like that. I’ve forever been a speed walker. When traveling in groups I usually end up blocks ahead, having to stop and sigh impatiently as I wait for people to catch up with me. S. is constantly asking me to slow down because he hates walking fast.
Since Santiago is also a booming metropolis I kind of expected the street speeds to be similar to N.Y.C. but boy was I wrong!
Santiaguinos do not speed walk. In fact, they barely even walk. I would consider what they do more like meandering or lallygagging than the act of walking.
The pace of this city is a snail’s — and probably an ill and dying and barely able to move snail at that.
One of the biggest causes of the aforementioned slowness seems to be the Chilean women’s desire to wear heels at all times, at all ages. I mean, we are talking women who are at least 180 years old shuffling their feet across the street in four inch heels. And those who are forced to wear comfortable footwear, or any kind of geriatric podiatry support on the feet, do so in the form of platform tennis shoes. Flats haven’t caught on. You’ll see the occasional ballet slipper or maybe even gladiator sandals on the rare fashionista in this country, but they’re few and far in between.
I don’t want to get too deep into this, but women here dress pretty provocatively — cleavage baring shirts, and pants that are so tight they cause both muffin top and camel toe are the norm. While I totally agree that people in the U.S. are totally over sexualized, it cracks me up when Chileans make comments on how bad that phenomenon is in the U.S. as if they were somehow immune to it. Umm, have you looked around the streets of Santiago lately?!?
So anyways, clubwear as officewear, as my friend Emily has commented on numerous occasions, is totally acceptable. That means, throw on your lacy/satiny/tiny tank and your hooker heels in the morning and you’re good to go!
This results in millions of women who can’t walk fast clogging the arteries of Santiago sidewalks.
That, in turn, results in me going crazy.
I often resort to walking in the actual street, preferring to dodge cars and micros (buses) than dodge this strange breed of snail people. When I’m in enjoyable happy places like forests and the beach, I’m happy to slow down and enjoy the scenery. But, when I’m on the polluted streets of Santiago, all I want to do is get from point A to point B and run my errands as quickly as I can. But, I’ve learned that in this country, getting anything done quickly, including just walking down the street, is nearly impossible!
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